"Pretty little thing."

Doflamingo hummed in delight, his hand caressing your delicate skin as he demanded for you to spin around for him.

there was a bit of an age gap, but you didn’t mind, and he definitely didn’t mind either. he’s 41, your about 20-22 years younger. he never really told you about the evil things he does, including framing the king of dressrosa of murdering the citizens of his own land so he can take the throne, and killing his own father and brother. you think he’s just a man with some sort of anger problem, but u never really minded it much.

The warlords favorite thing to do in his spare time, when he wasn’t taking over dressrosa and killing people, was watching you dressed up just like a fragile doll and entertaining him with that bashful smile. Call him possessive if you want— Doflamingo only wants to keep you in a glass box, maintaining your beauty.

"Come to me, cariño."

To him, your beautiful face and body was made to only be seen by him.